Caleb ran his bloody fingers through his hair as one corner of his pretty mouth tilted upwards as he thought this over, appearing to having listened for once, "Can I ask you something?" he muttered, starting down the street and looking like he actually knew where he was going.

Kiran followed after him, "Sure, what is it?" He muttered, studying the scenery as they passed, only having been in Nashville once and for his bestfriend's funeral, the bestfriend to which he now spoke.

Caleb sighed, moving down a very familiar street as he smiled slightly, the claustrophobic feeling starting to loosen up, "If I told you that I didnt want this anymore, what would you say?" he muttered, knowing that his friend could probably use some more elaboration.

Caleb shrugged slightly, "Anything," he muttered, glancing back at him as they reached a rather large, white villa with a porch, its current state showing that it must have been glorious back when it was new, "Did I ever tell you what my dad did for a living?"

Kiran shook his head as he turned his gaze to the villa, "What did he do?" he muttered, studying his bestfriend now

Caleb couldnt help it when he breathed the words into a laugh, "He was a priest." he studied the house for a few moments before looking at his bestfriend, "Can you imagine what he'd say if he saw me now?"

Kiran looked at him and smiled, "He'd see the same thing I see, a man who has a good, beautiful wife and lots of kids, all who love him, yes, he's made a lot of mistakes and he'll keep making them but he'll learn and if he strays, he always comes back because deep in his soulless heart he knows where he belongs and he knows what to do. Your dad would be proud, no matter what you do."

Caleb smiled genuinely at him, "If only things were that simple," he muttered, digging into his pocket to take out a small, bronze key, "What about you?" he mumbled, "You ever thought about giving your dad a second chance, while he's still alive and unable to turn in his grave whenever you make a bad decision?"

Kiran still smiled but it was sad, "My dad wasn't a priest, he wasn't great, he scarred my mother down to her soul, he betrayed us to people who would use us, beat us, and make us monsters." he muttered, "I don't care what he thinks about my decisions and I don't ever want him to be around me or my children."

"And you plan to tell your kids that whenever they ask about their grandfather?" Caleb inquired softly, seemingly just curious as he started for the villa's porch.

Kiran shrugged, "If they ask, I'll just tell them he's dead." he muttered, "What's this place?" he said, gesturing to the villa.

Caleb shrugged a bit, "Used to live here," he muttered and carefully slid the key into the lock.

"You just 'used to live here'?" Kiran muttered and ran his fingers through his hair, "Why do you want to give up your kingdom?"

Caleb shrugged again, "I'm not very good at it," he muttered and pushed open the creaking door, "And yeah, I just used to live here."

"You had three years of Peace...in /Hell/." Kiran muttered, "Maybe you should talk to Eliya about all of this, you know?"

Caleb pursed his lips as he very slowly began into the house, the wooden floors creaking under his weight, "Who better to talk to other than the man I want to give the throne to?" he muttered, like those words were just as casual as anything.

Kiran sucked in his breath, surprised for a moment before he followed him in, "I don't want your throne, I don't do demons and hoodoo shit, I like my sterile, cold, government problems."

Caleb crinkled his nose as he studied everything, "I'll give you fifty million dollars if you take it off my hands for.." he thought this over for a moment before looking back at him, "A week. That's all I ask."

Kiran made a face, "I'm a simple man, I don't need fifty million dollars." he said, studying everything, "Do you know what would happen if I became king? For even a week?"

Caleb smiled as he put on the most indifferent face he could possibly manage before he shrugged, "Do I look like I care?" he muttered, "You're a simple man fucking the most materialistic woman, right after Eliya, that I have ever met," he said, almost teasingly, "You need those money more than me."

Kiran crossed his arms over his chest, "Anna can stuff her materialism up her smurfhole, I buy her things with money I earn doing work I love." he said, "And Eliya only wants things because she's had to fight and cling to everything she's been given, I dont know if you remember but she died to give you Hell and if you dont want it, take it up with her."

Caleb raised a brow at his friend, something like annoyance coming into his eyes, "Fine," he said, starting for what used to be his dad's study.

Kiran rolled his eyes and followed after him, "Look, you can give up Hell if you want to, just don't expect me to take on that load, I wouldn't be good for it and I think Anna would just...die." he nodded.

Caleb pursed his lips, "Don't worry about it, man," he muttered and stepped around his dad's desk, looking distracted as if searching for something, "I'm sure Chris can take over for a week or so," he mumbled, starting to dig through some drawers before turning to Charles' book-shelves.

Caleb crinkled his nose as he took out a rather large, leather-bound journal, "This," he muttered, frowning a bit as he flipped onto the last pages, "Natacha slipped up a few days ago, about how he died," he said calmly, "I always thought he was killed by someone trying to mug him, but.. He was killed because of us."

Caleb glanced up at his friend, a slightly darker look in his eyes, "I mean that he was killed because his wife and sons were vampires and he didnt kill us in our sleep," he muttered, his jaw clenching, "I just need proof that the order was given by the church."

Caleb raised a brow at him, "I didnt ask for your opinion, Hawthorne," he said, like talking to a disobedient child as he flipped onto the page that he was looking floor and dropped his gaze to the journal, not even five seconds passing before a smile began tugging on his lips.

Caleb shrugged slightly, studying the page again, "Says he worked for the Vatican," he muttered, wrinkling his nose, "And he told my father to kill us or he would." he pursed his lips, thinking this over for a few moments, "No wonder no one in that horrible family didnt want me screwing Anna; no offence."

Caleb rolled his eyes, "Have a little more faith in your girl's mental abilities," he muttered, starting for the door with Charles' journal in hand, "Besides, you've already fucked up her head so bad that I couldnt make her cry if I wanted to."